Al turned to Ed. "Brother, I think we should check into the hotel. It's getting late, and I don't exactly trust this town."

Ed nodded. "Me, neither, Al." His eyes were fixed on Sin's fading figure. "Who do you suppose took her in?" he though aloud.

Al shrugged. "Maybe it had something to do with the Military?"

"We know that each of the Deadly Sins has a power." They started walking to the hotel. "Lust has her long fingernails, Gluttony has his hunger for blood and flesh, Envy can shape-shift into any human, Wrath can form his body into anything…so what was Sin's? I mean, what made her so special that the Deadly Sins called her their leader?" when they reached the hotel, Ed paid for a room for two and they both went to the room.

The room wasn't much, what with it's dirty mattress bed, cracked window and rat-infested walls, but it was only going to be for a few days, so they could handle it for now. Ed sat down on the bed and Al took a seat on the floor by the bed.

"Kraya Ami'ish…" Al muttered.

"What is it, Al?"

"I'm sure it's nothing, but I'm almost positive that I've heard that name before…almost positive…" he stared at the floor, thinking.

"Can you think of where?"

Al shook his head. "I don't know. I remember it being alchemy-related, though…" he thought for a few more seconds, but then his head jerked up. "Kraya Ami'ish!"

"I thought we already established that?"

"No, the name! Mustang said that the only person before you that could use alchemy without a circle was Ami'ish! It had to have been Sin!"

Ed shrugged. "It may not be anything. Ami'ish is a common Russian name. It may have been another Ami'ish, not even Kraya at all."

"Brother, I'm serious. I'm sure it was her. How many Ami'ishes have you heard of in the military? And why haven't we heard of them before?"

"We didn't hear about Sin before." Ed pointed out, lying down on the bed, his eyes on the ceiling.

"Well, no, but…Brother, I just know she's the Ami'ish I heard Mustang talking about. Imagine, the first person to do alchemy without a circle…"

"It's probably because she has the automail arms like me. Someone shatters her arm, she'll have no more power."

"But she has two automail arms, Brother! Think about how much power you have with one and Sin has two."

"Are you finished drooling about her yet?" Ed sat up, irritated. "She's not all that, Al. She's a Deadly Sin! How much do we know about her, really? All we have are theories that might not even be true. What does that leave us with? Absolutely no information about her. All we know about her is that she was Pride, leader of the Deadly Sins, but now she's Miss Outcast working for the military undercover."

"You don't have to be so cold, Brother—"

"I'm not being cold, Al. I'm being reasonable." He stared at the concrete floor. "When you've killed as many people as Sin did…working with other freaks of nature who want nothing but to destroy the world…that kind of evil doesn't just go away, Al. It stays with you. It never goes away. I can never forget the things that we did when we were younger." His eyes shifted to his automail arm. "And even though I know that Mom will never come back…even after the disaster…I still wish I could try again. Without any thought of the consequences."

"Brother…" Al stared at him for a moment longer, but then looked to the ground. "I know what you mean." Ed turned his attention to his brother. "I still want to bring her back, too. And I guess you're right. That kind of temptation never goes away. But sometimes…that feeling…it can be suppressed. Maybe that's what Sin's doing. Suppressing the evil that she was apart of for so long."

"That's just the thing, Al. She's always going to have that evil, and sometimes…you can't suppress it. Sometimes…it's just too much."

"You don't know that, Brother—"

"And neither do you." He pointed out. "We can only guess. But I have a strong feeling about this…"

Al nodded. "You're right, Brother…I'm sorry."

Ed sighed. "No, Al…I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that." He smiled at his brother in the armor. "Hey, I'm starving. Wanna go with me to get something to eat?"

Al excitedly stood up. "Sure! Maybe we can explore this town, too, eh, Brother?" Ed shrugged.

"I dunno, Al. This isn't exactly the friendliest place…wasn't it you that said you didn't want to stay out in the town past dusk?"

"Well…yeah, you're right…maybe we should see if we can sneak past the cook in the kitchen downstairs?"

Ed licked his lips. "Of course we can, Al. All we need is a little helping hand."

About fifteen minutes later, both of the Elric brothers were running at full speed from the inn's head chef. After a mile or two of running, they stopped to catch their breaths.

"Can you believe that, Al! That bastard actually came after us with a frying pan!"

"Hey…at least it had food in it…"

"It's not like we can eat that sausage now…it's contaminated…ugh…" Ed's stomach gave a growl. "I am so hungry, Al!"

"Well, I guess, since we're already out here, we have to look around the town, right, Brother?"

Ed groaned. "Fine! But where are we going to find food?"

Al shrugged. "I dunno." Then a thought crossed his mind. "I know, Brother! We can go to Sin, can't we? I mean, she does live just around the corner—"

"No." Ed replied flatly.

"But Brother—"

"I said no, Al. I'm not going to Sin for food. That's just needy, and I have NO intention to seem needy in front of her." Ed crossed his arms.

"Wait a minute…" Al studied his brother, then smiled. "You like her, don't you!"

Ed blushed a brilliant shade of fuchsia. "I-I do not!" he tried to turn away, but Al wouldn't let him get away so easily.

"You do, too! I KNEW IT!"

"You-You're just jumping to conclusions, Al! I do NOT like that bitch!" this time he succeeded in turning away, but Al kept on teasing him until Ed finally gave in and went to go beg Sin for food.